Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2012 19:09:56 -0400
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 29
Rue Dauphine 29
Lance Kyle
Scott and Cloud awoke the next morning tangled in each other's arms and
legs, pleasantly. They were nuzzling, kissing, stroking gently,
maintaining their morning erections, when Niobe walked into their room and
flopped on the bed, her brown self naked. The two males made room for her
to snuggle down between them.
"How is your stomach?" asked Cloud. "Not so good, but I will get over it,"
she replied. Scott lovingly rubbed her smooth brown belly; it was too soon
to notice any swelling, but he thrilled at the thought of the miracle that
was growing inside. Niobe smiled and then suddenly sat up and gently
seized each morning erection, her dark chocolate hands around a dusky rose
staff and a deep copper one.
"You know, we should not have sex with you until your morning sickness is
passed, according to Cleopatra," Cloud reminded her, although he grinned
hugely and moaned a little when she seized his organ. She nodded, and
continued to stroke them contemplatively. Then she said, "I want to see
you do it to each other," and quickly taking charge she flopped over to the
other side of Cloud, then shoved the Indian boy, on his back, to the center
of the bed. She reached for the goose grease and slathered some on Scott's
rampant rod, then, while he came around and got into position, she drew
Cloud's legs up and rubbed some grease on his anus, being careful to push
some inside, pumping a little with her finger to relax it.
Scott and Cloud were chuckling softly, deriving a little extra pleasure
from being directed in this way by the beautiful brown girl. Scott
squatted behind Cloud while Niobe placed her hand around his rod and guided
it to the Indian boy's anus. "Push!" she instructed, and he did, landing
the knob inside with one push, Cloud gasping, his arms pulling his own legs
up. Niobe got into a squatting position where she could closely see
Scott's penis, and then with her hand on his buttocks she pushed him
forward, watching the dusky rose rod disappear completely in between the
copper colored buttocks.
Now Cloud wrapped his legs around Scott's back and the white man leaned
forward, straightening his legs out behind, supported by Cloud's palms
splayed against his chest, looking down into the Indian boy's eyes. He
began pumping slowly, long lazy strokes in and out. Niobe watched closely,
taking it all in, and then began slapping Scott's bottom hard as he swung
forward, smacking him rhythmically as he pistoned in and out of the Indian
boy beneath him. His breathing became more labored and he picked up the
pace, Niobe's Smack! alternating with the sucking sound of his penis moving
in and out of the well lubricated asshole and his own panting. Then all of
a sudden he slammed his groin forward, curling his back and groaning loudly
as he came in the Indian boy's bottom. Cloud could feel Scott's heartbeat
against his palms as he supported the white man's chest above him. Scott
shuddered and gave a great shake and then collapsed down onto Cloud,
heaving and panting.
Niobe looked around to take special notice of Scott's penis, oozing the
last of his cum and slick with lubricant, having pulled out of Cloud's anus
as he collapsed forward. She gave Scott a few moments to recover and when
she heard a great sigh from him she rearranged the two males, now putting
Scott on his hands and knees and bringing Cloud around behind him, his dark
copper penis rampant and leaking a little clear fluid. Once again she
lubricated the Indian boy's penis and the white man's anus and then placed
the dark copper penis against the rosy anus and pushed it in. Scott
gasped. She reached behind to Cloud's buttocks, noticing the slight
dribble of semen and lubricant that ran down from his anus, and grasping
the Indian boy's hips she pushed him forward so that his rigid cock went
completely into Scott.
Cloud's natural instincts took over and he began pumping vigorously. Niobe
smacked his bottom hard as it swung back each time, but the boy's sixteen
year old nature needed little encouragement. On his knees behind the white
man's bottom, he slammed back and forth with increasing vigor. Niobe had a
little better view of this penetration than she had the last, and observed
closely as the dark, rigid penis flew in and out of the pale skinned
bottom, little drops of fluid flying off of it from time to time. It did
not take him long before Cloud threw his head back and wailed and slammed
forward, Scott bracing to receive the shots of semen filling his rectum.
Cloud pumped quickly twice more and groaned again, pushing hard forward,
and then it was over. He leaned over the white man's back, hands against
Scott's cream colored skin, panting and heaving as he recovered breath.
Finished, the three tumbled down together once more, Niobe expressing a
wish that she could participate but Cleopatra had forbidden any activity
until the morning sickness passed. They talked about the baby—she had
no idea whose it was among the males, and was much of Scott's opinion that
it would belong to the whole community. After a few more moments of
cuddling, the three rose and showered, then dressed for the day.
Members of the household were just finishing their breakfast when the
doorbell rang. Running to answer it, James came back with Mama
Désirée. She strode majestically into the kitchen where most of them
were and sat down.
"First, I have heard of the happy news, the little ones yet to come. Your
house will be richly blessed. You will not know who the fathers are; you
ARE not to know. And indeed, each will belong to all. So do not try to
discern the answers." Everyone nodded in agreement; they had already come
to this understanding. "Second, a new group of fugitives arrives this
afternoon; you must be at the docks to receive them and to hide them for a
few days." She explained the details of this news, and plans were made.
"Third, I think I have a use for your newly discovered passages and
stairs."
She now explained that due to the recent murder of the federal marshalls by
Peter (who was still at large, and improving in mind and body she said), a
new investigator had been established by the federal court in New Orleans.
This marshall would have responsibility for discovering the Underground
Railroad in the city and putting an end to it. "So who better to keep him
close," she said, "than you." Everyone murmured in surprise. "You are to
rent The Annex to him; he has a family but will be here by himself, coming
down from Memphis," she said to Scott. "I will make sure he is informed
about The Annex and its availability, and that he contacts you. Once
installed in the house, you can spy upon him and report their plans. This
will help us to feed them false information and foil their designs. Are
you agreed?"
The whole group agreed, although they knew there would be some risk, but
they had already accepted risk as part of being in the Underground
Railroad. They explained their plans to install locked doors on the
entrances to the tunnels from The Annex and their own home. Mama
Désirée nodded agreement, and then she added, "I have not been able
to learn where the tunnels go, or who built them, or when. It is very
mysterious. There is little about the city I do not know, but this..." she
trailed off, looking contemplative. "At any rate, expect to be contacted
by Mr. McGillicuddy, the new marshall from Memphis. Rent him The Annex,
then arrange to listen to his plans being made. And do not fail to meet
the boat at the docks this afternoon to receive the fugitives; they will be
here a few days." They all agreed and then saw Mama Désirée to the
door, where she sailed majestically into the street—but once there,
immediately took on the appearance of an old, poor woman, albeit in
colorful clothing.
The group excitedly discussed this news. They thought it an excellent idea
to have Marshall McGillicuddy so close and under their watch. They knew
they were not the only helpers on the Railroad in the city, but they felt
sure suspicion of them would be lessened were they in fact renting quarters
to a chief persecutor of the Railroad. They reminded each other they would
need to increase their vigilance as to what kind of image they presented to
the outside world; they must appear to be the slave-filled household of an
eccentric bachelor master. The rest of the day was spent in working on the
heavy doors for sealing the houses from the tunnels, and on preparing for
the fugitives.
Later that afternoon, Scott, King, and Cloud pulled their wagon to the
docks to meet the Natchez Queen, the steamboat that was bringing the
fugitives down from Arkansas. They noticed the usual number of officers
strolling the docks, vigilant in their lookout for fugitives, but they were
ready for them. King remained at the ready by the wagon as Scott and Cloud
spoke to the captain and then, with their rings on, boarded the ship, spoke
briefly to the fugitives, and then conducted what appeared to be four young
black boys from the boat to their wagon. Some lawmen observed this but,
consulting their notes, shook their heads in the negative; there was no
record of such a configuration of fugitives. Had they noticed, the four
young boys caused the wagon to settle rather low on its springs once they
were aboard and the covering folded over.
Pulling up to the alley behind the kitchen, Scott and Cloud again conducted
four young slave boys from the wagon to the kitchen door, then stepped in
as King hurried to return the horse and wagon and come back to the house
himself. The people in the kitchen had grown used to the transformations
they witnessed, but this one was a little extra surprising. The first
three young black slave boys turned, upon entering the kitchen, into two
middle aged women and one young woman. The fourth grew out of all
proportion into an enormous coal black man, handsome and built like a tree,
ducking his head as his transformation caused him to swell in the enclosed
kitchen area.
Introductions were made all the way around. The two middle aged women were
Mary (again) and Queen, the younger woman of about twenty was Rachel. The
man mountain was Ezekiel, or Zeke. The people of the household knew the
drill by now: they showed the new arrivals the bathing facilities and gave
them clean clothing, taking their old clothes to be laundered. Zeke's
clothing proved to be something of a problem, for they had no clean
replacements at hand. An emergency order was sent out for some plain
clothing in his size, and in the meantime he agreed to wrap a sheet around
him. He barely fit into the shower facilities. James and Sampson, who
took responsibility for ushering Zeke around, were awed by his massive
physique. He was not fat but was simply large, amply muscled, but with a
gentleness about him that belied his strength. The boys made sure to
attend him every minute of his shower, toweling, and draping in a sheet,
and brought back whispers of his mighty frame. They did observe that his
genitals, while fully large enough, were not grotesquely disproportionate
to his size.
As was the case, the newcomers were told only what they need to know
immediately, or what they asked about, concerning the house's unusual
practices and arrangements. The strangeness of the house became soon
apparent at dinner, though, as everyone, including the white man the
fugitives assumed was the master of these slaves, sat down as an equal
among them at the table. Then stories were told of the house's recent
history, and the new arrivals were given to understand that they had come
to a place different from what they were used to.
There was one interesting event that happened as the fugitives were being
shown around the house. New arrivals were never shown everything, there
was no point in it. But as they passed by the door to the cellar, Helen
stopped suddenly and put her hand on the door. She got a far-away look in
her eyes. "Down below...they go deep and far," she said. A puzzled look
came over her face. "Not yet; not ready yet." Then an embarrassed look
replaced puzzlement and she hung her head, moving on with the group. By
luck, Cloud was among those showing the new people around. He studied
Helen carefully: high cheekbones, hair a little straighter than pure
African, perhaps a copper tint to her skin. He whispered to the
others—and later told Scott, repeating what was said—that she was
certainly part Indian, and shared his people's sight. She had detected
something connected to the tunnels that he had not. But what the words
meant nobody could tell, and she could not clarify what she meant when
gently questioned.
Soon after dinner in the last mail post there came a note addressed to
Scott from Mr. McGillicuddy saying an acquaintance had made him aware that
the house at XXXX Rue Dauphine might be for rent, furnished, and that he
had need of such a thing for a few months, and might he have the honor,
etc. etc. That evening Scott composed a reply to be sent out in the
morning mail.
Zeke was offered one of the regular guest room beds, but he and the women
preferred the servants' quarters no matter how much they were offered
better arrangements. This was not unusual, especially on the first night
of fugitives' arrivals. Perhaps they wanted to be alone and distant for a
while to recover their equilibrium. Perhaps they could not bring
themselves to sleep in the best rooms, even when offered. For whatever
reason, that pattern continued with this group and so they were led up
early to sleep and recover from their travels.
The household spent some time in their studies, or finishing up household
chores, as the evening shadows came on. Scott asked Cloud to comb through
the books in the library and in the secret cellar room to see if there were
any reference to the tunnel system, any explanation for it, while he
himself wrote out orders for new supplies with a view toward making The
Annex appealing to a high ranking officer, and to replenishing their
supplies for fugitives. Finally Cloud came up from the cellar, shaking his
head at a fruitless search, and the group began separating off for bedtime,
the women for some celibate cuddling and the men and boys for whatever
pleasurable adventures they might find.
Scott was pounced upon by James and Sampson as he was going to his room.
The twelve and thirteen year old boys, mulatto and deep chocolate
respectively, regaled Scott with tales of the size and strength of Zeke's
physique as they went into the room; there was no negotiation as to what
the three of them would do, just an easy presumption. Scott reminded them
of the need to be respectful and circumspect with fugitives, for it was
certainly not the case that they would all want to partake of the sexual
liberties of the house. The boys understood, but their capacity for
fantasy remained undiminished.
The three were soon naked, James standing behind the white man with his
arms encircling him, the thirteen year old black boy's penis standing
straight up and wedged against Scott's butt crack while in front of him
Sam, standing on tip toes, managed to grind his twelve year old erection at
least into Scott's ballsack and upper thighs while the white man's dusky
rose shaft batted against his abdomen and chest. Sam's hands slid around
the white man's chest, feeling the depth of muscle, tweaking nipples.
Soon heavy breathing signaled the growth of passion. Scott took charge,
seized by a sudden inspiration. First, the three lay on the bed together,
rolling together, sliding now-slick penises against skins that were cream,
light brown, or deep chocolate, kissing, tasting lips and tongues, biting
ears. Then Scott put Sam on his back on the bed and pushing the boy's legs
up and out he greased the brown anus, then bade James come forward and
oiled the black boy's rigid purple black shaft completely. As James put
his penis to Sam's anus and pushed gently, gradually in, Scott was busy
plunging a greased finger into James's butt, pushing it between the firm,
meaty rolls of his buttocks that displayed the typical African roundedness
and high carriage. The minute a subdued cry from Sam announced that James
was fully anchored, Scott placed the knob of his own throbbing cock against
James's anus and pushed insistently, plunging all the way in within a
matter of moments. James gasped and seethed, but held his position.
Now James took over setting the pace, sliding in and out of Sam's anus,
belly to belly and chest to chest with the mulatto boy, while Scott covered
James's strong, young brown back, keeping most of his weight on his palms
on the bed so as not to crush Sam with two male bodies, and Scott matched
James's pounding reciprocally, pulling out a little as James slammed
forward, shoving in hard as James pulled back out a bit. Sam shifted his
gaze back and forth between the boy and man above him. Scott bit and
kissed James's shoulder, buried his face in the boy's delightful cap of
crisp black hair, pumping, pumping.
James, his prostate stimulated by the white man's rod going in and out of
his ass, came first, crying out and slamming forward, Sam pulling the black
boy's body into his own tightly as James gasped and shuddered, shooting his
load into the mulatto boy's anus. James was still gasping and moaning when
Scott came, slamming forward hard, now careless of what load he put on the
boys beneath him as he shot his fountain of semen into James's firm bottom.
Shuddering, occasionally giving a little quick pump, Scott held that
position and then pulled out quickly, but telling James to stay. He pushed
James up off of the mulatto boy, setting him on his haunches but with his
penis, still engorged, remaining in Sam's bottom. Now Scott took the
mulatto boy's medium brown penis, which was rampant and oozing some clear
liquid, into his mouth and began tonguing, sucking, and pumping his head up
and down. It did not take a minute for the randy mulatto boy to cry out,
squirting his small load up into the mouth of the white man, who swallowed
it eagerly.
The three now collapsed together onto the bed, kissing and lightly
fondling. Their conversation drifted lazily to many subjects until, one by
one, they fell asleep in the soft dark.
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